Ellie, Curatrix of Cruelty

Author's note: This is the sequel to 'Ellie Takes Control'. In that story, Ellie, aged 23, was working in a luxurious hotel in the English Cotswolds. It was a stop-gap job as she had recently graduated with a degree in the History of Art, and was ambitious to do something more interesting. Adam and Sarah Henderson, a wealthy couple aged 42 and 38 respectively, came to stay in the hotel. During their stay, Sarah had sex with her lover, and made use of Ellie to humiliate her husband by making her a witness to his cuckolding. Ellie, who had become interested in kinky sexuality whilst at university, and had begun to explore her own, took this further, and taught Sarah new ways of humiliating Adam. Impressed, Sarah offered Ellie the post of housekeeper in the Hendersons' large London house, with her duties to include controlling and humiliating Adam, over whom Sarah gave Ellie full authority, in return for a generous salary and rent-free accommodation in the basement flat of their home.

Part I: Becoming indispensable

Ellie had several ideas for how her housekeeper role was going to develop, but she knew that the first step was to make herself indispensable to the Hendersons. It wasn't difficult for someone with a hotel background, especially given unlimited funds.

Ellie quickly grasped the situation. Adam Henderson had created a successful software company, enabling him to buy this huge Victorian detached mansion house in Kew, in the south-west of London. It had four stories, including the basement flat that became Ellie's, but it had not been modernized or well-maintained when they bought it. Over the years, they had refurbished parts of it but there was still much to do. Meanwhile, Adam had sold his company for a fortune. Ellie wasn't sure exactly how much, but it seemed to be many hundreds of millions of pounds. Adam then set about creating an entirely new company from scratch.

At this point the Hendersons could have easily afforded to move to any house they wanted, anywhere in the world, but they were settled, and loved the house, so they stayed. However, they were too busy to make much progress with refurbishing it. Adam was too occupied with developing his new company. And Sarah had her social round of lunches and shopping expeditions with friends, gym sessions, trips to the opera and, of course, meetings with her lovers. Ellie's job was to make sure the house was looked after on a daily basis, ensuring the fridges were stocked with food, the gardeners and cleaners were doing their jobs, and the domestic bills were paid. Meanwhile, she was to oversee the completion of the refurbishment.

She soon had the household administration running like a well-oiled machine, and made rapid progress with the refurbishments. She had noticed when that first met that she and Sarah Henderson had similar taste in clothes and jewelry, and it turned out that this extended to furnishings and decorations. Soon, Mrs Henderson just left all the choices to Ellie and was always satisfied with the result. Ellie quickly realized that Sarah would sign off budgets and pay bills of any size without question. For money just didn't matter to the Hendersons. Adam made it and Sarah spent it, with equal ease.

Sarah came from an upper-class English family and had grown up in luxury, but the luxury was purchased with debt, and by the time she left boarding school, without having achieved any qualifications, her family was bankrupt. Her only assets were a polished manner and the elegant looks of an English rose: tall and willowy, with a slim figure, blonde hair, well-cut to shoulder length, bright blue eyes, bright white teeth, and pink lips. She immediately set about looking for a rich husband, and after a few false starts she found Adam. He satisfied her need for money, even though his small penis meant he couldn't satisfy her in bed. As for Adam, he cared nothing for money, his satisfaction deriving from the technical challenges of building a business, but he adored his beautiful wife despite, or perhaps because of, the sexual humiliation she heaped on him.

Before long, the Hendersons were extolling Ellie's virtues to their friends, describing their new housekeeper as 'a treasure'. And those who met her could only agree. As a housekeeper in a private house she had no need to wear a uniform, but Ellie felt it would be suitable to do so and during working hours she continued to wear a sleeveless mint-green dress, as he she had done at the hotel. After all, it set off her slightly brown skin, almond-brown eyes and brown-black hair, the legacy of her Moroccan grandmother, which gave her a slightly exotic look. It was also well-enough tailored to do justice to her hour-glass figure, with its firm 36C breasts and narrow waist flaring to well-proportioned hips. And, just as she had found at the hotel, male visitors to the Hendersons' home almost invariably ogled her, enjoying the glimpses, down her dress or up her skirt, that she artfully curated for them.

What the Hendersons did not mention to any of their friends was how successful Ellie had proved to be in the other, more informal, and deeply private part of her duties as housekeeper. In this capacity, Ellie was involved in teasing and humiliating Adam for his sexual inadequacy and taunting him about his wife's serial infidelities. From the beginning, as a result of the encounter that had led to her offering Ellie the job, Sarah gave Ellie full authority over Adam. And she used it.

In their daily encounters, Ellie treated Adam politely and, certainly in public, with the respect that was appropriate from an employee. But when Sarah was meeting a lover, she would 'cuck-sit' him. She dressed carefully for these cuck-sittings, disporting herself in an endless array of different outfits. Skirts, ranging from slutty micros to severe pencils. Blouses, ranging from the loose and translucent, which concealed little, to the strictly-buttoned and schoolmistressy. Dresses, from elegant black cocktails to polka-dot 1950s frocks. Footwear of different colours and designs, from low-heeled court shoes to thigh-length boots. Chemises, slips and camisoles, in silk, satin and lace. Corsets, girdles, stockings, suspenders, bras, and panties of all sorts, from the girlishly plain to elaborately tailored. Or, sometimes, she went to the other extreme, donning jeans, tee-shirts, old cardigans and trainers, as if to emphasize that he wasn't worth dressing up for, but knowing that even in such unsexy clothes he was still in thrall to the power of her sexual aura, and still subject to the authority his wife had given to Ellie.

She showed that authority by making Adam strip naked in front of her, kneel and kiss her shoes or feet, make him listen as she sneered at his small cock, or make him tell her how it felt to think about what his wife was doing at that moment. Sometimes she would allow him to masturbate to her beauty. Other times, she would take his cock in her long, cool fingers and masturbate him herself, keeping him on edge for hours, sometimes making him come, other times ruining his orgasms. Sometimes, she just sat, reading a book or working on the household accounts, or perhaps searching the internet for, as it might be, new carpets or curtains, ignoring him as he knelt beside her, gazing at her in an agony of sexual excitement, except to issue occasional curt commands.

"You may touch yourself," she might say, without looking up from her laptop.

"Stop," she would order, a few minutes later.

Another half hour might pass in silence before she might, for example, shrug off the shoulder strap of a black, sleeveless cocktail dress to expose the strap of a black bra, or hitch up the hem of a tight navy-blue skirt to reveal the tops of her blue stockings.

"Worship it," she would command him, still not bothering to look up, but indicating whatever portion of her lingerie she had uncovered. "Lick it. Kiss it."

On still other occasions, she might look up, and lock her deep, dark brown eyes on to his with a laser-like stare, holding his attention, perhaps even reaching out to hold his chin, keeping his head still.

"Right now," she might say, in a quiet, calm but cruel voice, "Your wife is on all fours, having her pussy stretched out by a real man, with a real man's cock. She's probably forgotten your name. Meanwhile, you're here with me, subject to the authority of a woman barely half your age, worshipping my unattainable body."

Apart from the teasing and the taunting, Ellie also made use of physical chastisement, of corporal punishment, in order to exert her authority, or really in order to symbolize it, since she had complete control of him just by the use of her voice and her body. She acquired a small collection of canes of various thicknesses and flexibilities, alongside a variety of leather belts and, most recently, she had bought a tawse. With these, she punished Adam for the tiniest infringements of discipline, or any signs of disrespect, including those that she adeptly tricked him into displaying.

All these, and other, humiliations were repeated when his wife returned home from her lovers, only then they were inflicted by Sarah and Ellie together. Following on from their first encounter at the hotel, Ellie showed the older woman, by instruction and example, how to dig the humiliation deep into Adam, and now added canings and strappings to Sarah's repertoire. Sarah proved surprisingly adept, especially in her use of the cane. Her tall, lithe body combined with her cut-glass accent, were ideally suited to a disciplinary persona. Dressed in charcoal grey pencil skirt and white blouse, with cane in hand, as her husband groveled at her high-heeled shoes, Sarah resembled an old-fashioned school teacher. Soon, she became almost as inventive in her cruelty to Adam as Ellie herself.

Ellie was very satisfied with the way that she had curated Adam's submission and Sarah's dominance, building on the power dynamic that had already existed between the couple when she first met them, but giving it a richer and more ritualized form. She was equally satisfied with her more conventional housekeeping achievements, and within no more than three months she knew that she had completed her first step of making herself indispensable to the Hendersons.

Part II: Consolidation

Ellie was prepared to proceed slowly, but she proceeded surely. First, she approached Mrs Henderson, apparently reluctantly, to say that she needed a pay rise.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Henderson" she explained. "And I know you are paying me twice what I earned at the hotel, as we agreed, but I just didn't realize how expensive living in London would be. And, well, I do have to buy a lot of clothes for, you know, exercising my authority over Adam."

Sarah immediately agreed. After all, she knew only too well what decent clothes cost and, anyway, money was nothing to her. Ellie's salary was immediately doubled, and she was also added to the charge accounts Sarah had at various clothes shops, with no spending limit specified.

Soon afterwards, Ellie made the perfectly reasonable request that, with the refurbishment of the house now well underway, it was time to include the two-bedroomed basement flat, where Ellie lived rent-free, in the plans. Of course, Sarah agreed. Moving temporarily into one of the many spare bedrooms upstairs, Ellie organized the complete renovation of the basement, including a new high-spec kitchen and bathroom, and replacement of all the furniture, new televisions, and a new sound system.

Once she had moved back in to the flat, Ellie made another reasonable-sounding request Sarah. She knew she was only young, she explained, but she had been reading that it was never too early to start planning for retirement, and she wondered if the Hendersons would be willing to make employer contributions to a pension plan? Nothing could be easier, Sarah responded, and a generous monthly standing order was set up.

Not long afterwards, Ellie was due to go and pick up an art work she had ordered to hang in one of the newly refurbished reception rooms. Normally for such errands she borrowed Adam's Mercedes-AMG coupe or Sarah's F-Type Jaguar, but he was using his car and the Jaguar was being serviced. Without Ellie even asking, Sarah had remarked that it was a nuisance that her housekeeper didn't have her own car, and would she like one? Ellie wasn't greedy, satisfying herself with a brand-new Mini Countryman, and she soon became a familiar site in Kew and the surrounding suburbs, a striking young woman in a mint-green dress, driving her shiny, British racing green, car.

None of these developments were approved by Adam, who was scarcely, if at all, aware of them. That was partly because of the way the household worked. Ellie had been hired by Mrs Henderson in the first place, and reported to her. It was also because it was the way Ellie wanted things. She wasn't just interested in getting money and perks. She wanted to extend the control she had. With Adam, there was no need. She had as much control as she could wish for. But with Sarah, it was more limited. She certainly looked to Ellie for guidance in how to humiliate Adam, and she gave her a pretty free rein when it came to the house, but she remained Ellie's employer and, as a consequence of her upper-class upbringing, plainly regarded Ellie as a kind of servant. Slowly, Ellie intended to change that.

Ellie's next move was more central to those long-term plans, but potentially more difficult to accomplish. She waited until she sensed that Sarah was in a particularly good mood, the result of her having spent a weekend away with one of her lovers, ironically at the Manor Hotel where she had first met Ellie. She had taken Adam with her, making him sleep in an adjoining room and, between being pleasured by her latest big-cocked boyfriend, inflicting upon her husband the many kinds of humiliation Ellie had taught her.

It was a weekend Ellie had enjoyed, too. Since arriving at the Hendersons, she had chosen not to have any men to stay, thinking it might disrupt the dynamic she was carefully curating with her new employers. She didn't have a regular boyfriend, anyway, but prior to her new job she had always had plenty of casual sex, and it had been frustrating to go without.

She knew exactly what she wanted, and internet dating apps made it easy to obtain. First, she found herself a handsome but conventional man of about her own age. After an initial meeting in a nearby pub on Friday night, she had taken him back to the basement flat. There were no kinks, no games, just straightforward good, hard fucking from his big, hard cock. After sharing an amiable breakfast in bed with him, and a final pounding, she said goodbye the next morning. He had called himself John, and Ellie hadn't bothered to try to find out his real name, or anything about him. It wasn't important.

Her next hook-up was very different. Ellie's first experience of kink had been as a submissive, and it was only later she had switched to the assertive dominance that now characterized her. But she still had some submissive desires, and needed some respite from her role in humiliating Adam. It was easy to find men on the dating app with an interest in spanking and dominating women, and she was able to choose from amongst them someone who looked as if he would have the skill and sophistication to give her the kind of treatment she craved.

Cautiously, she again arranged an initial meeting in a pub, towards the end of Saturday afternoon, in order to be sure that he wasn't a timewaster or, alternatively, a psychopath. He seemed to be neither, but instead the kind of man she had hoped he would be from his profile. He was much older than her, 51 to be exact, and carried himself with an air of easy authority. He was intelligent, too, clearly well-read and sophisticated, and with a dry sense of humour. His name was Alec and, later, she discovered that he was the head of a large publishing firm.

In the hope that he would be what she wanted, Ellie had dressed carefully for their meeting. She had chosen a very simple, short, dark-blue skirt, and a white blouse through which the outlines of her plain blue bra were just visible, and the swell of her breasts was clearly visible. The skirt was just long enough to conceal the tops of the blue stocking she wore, but just short enough that, if she chose, she could reveal them as, after she had been talking to him for a while, she did. On her feet, she wore a flat pair of flat black shoes, and she had tied her flowing brown-black hair back in a pony tail.

Ellie soon felt emboldened to tell him what she needed.

"I need a man to take me in hand," she told him quietly, although the pub was sufficiently noisy that there was no danger of being overheard. "Someone to be strict with me. To put me in my place."

Alec looked at her impassively.

"Go on," he said. "You have my attention."

"You see," Ellie continued. "I'm a naughty little cum-slut. A nasty stuck-up bitch. A little madam. I need to be taught a lesson."

"Well," he said. "That much was obvious from the slutty way you dressed for me. You clearly need some discipline. You need to be humbled."

Ellie felt a flood of wetness in her knickers, and she knew she had found what she needed. Soon, he suggested it was time to begin her lesson, and she led him back to her flat.

***

By the time Sarah and Adam Henderson returned on Sunday evening, Ellie was on her own, in a dreamy and sated state, that state enhanced by the lingering burning she could feel on her buttocks, the legacy of Alec's stinging strokes with the cane, and by the stretched-out feeling that reached deep inside her belly. That was partly the result of the night she had spent with John but, more, of the rough, merciless, contemptuous way that Alec had used his cock to impose his authority on her.

Sarah, meanwhile, was radiant, having been well-fucked by her lover as well as the satisfaction of rubbing Adam's face in his inadequacy. It seemed a good time for Ellie to ask her question.

"Um, I was wondering," Ellie began, hesitantly. "I was wondering if it would be all right if my sister, Lisa, came to stay for a while? You see, my parents and I are a bit worried about her. She is only 18, and she's about to start a gap year before going to university, and wants to spend it in London. But we don't want her mixing with a bad crowd, so if she was here, I could keep an eye on her. I'm sure she'd be no trouble, and there's a spare bedroom in my flat so she wouldn't be in your way."

Adam looked horrified, and Sarah, guessing his concern, was also worried.

"Well, Ellie," she replied, "of course I understand you wanting to look out for your sister. But have you thought this through? I mean, not to put too fine a point on it, how can Lisa live here given, um, the less official side of your housekeeper duties?"

"Oh, you mean dealing with Adam? But, yes, of course I've thought about it. It'll be fine. Lisa is very open-minded and, what's more, she has a very cruel side. I think she'd enjoy seeing Adam's humiliation, and just imagine how more humiliating it will be for him to have my 18-year-old sister witness it," Ellie explained.

A smile came slowly to Sarah's face.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I can see that could be amusing. Even so, could she be trusted to be discreet?"

"Oh, I know she can," Ellie said reassuringly, "Apart from anything else, Lisa would never give away my secrets. And, anyway, if you were to pay her a salary and employ her as my assistant then that would ensure it. You could even get he to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement, if you like, though you've never asked me to."

"Yes, I see," said, Sarah, considering it. "Yes, do you know, I think this would be rather a good idea. Yes, it's fine. Please tell her she would be welcome."